Notes: I honestly couldn't help it.
Warnings: Ok this is Farfie...anti-religious stuff....language
Disclaimer: You know...I'd love to own Farfie but will I? NO! *pouts*
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The Ladybug of Doom
The metallic ring of a slim blade being drawn was all that broke the silence of that dismal day. A giggle accompanied the knife and Crawford watched in bored interest as Farefello licked his knife.
"God will weep. And I will hurt God."
"That's nice Farefello."
"Yes. It is." Crawford sighed in resignation and leaned back in his seat. The other two members of Scharwz sat in the back of the car. He watched the road absently, trying to ignore the habits of his fellow assassins. There was another giggle and the quiet sound of ripping cloth.
"Must hurt God. I want Him to cry."
"That's nice Farefello."
"Yes. It is."
So sometimes it was extremely difficult to ignore the habits of his fellow assassins but Crawford tried. A thought struck his mind suddenly.
"Farefello, if you want to hurt God, do you worship the Devil?" A hiss was the reply and he heard a gentle whispering in his ear.
"Do not commit such blasphemous crimes against my wonderful deity. I will not waste my time on that red demon and to one more worthy of notice." He was licking that damned knife again. And giggling.
"Would you fucking shut up?"
"No. It hurts God for me to laugh and be joyous."
"That's nice Farefello."
"Yes. Yes it is."
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Some days later, while the four assassins were once again congregated within the proximity of their home, lazing about and enjoying an afternoon of resting, Farefello entered the room.
"Crawford."
"Farefello."
"Look."
"What?"
"My Goddess."
"What?"
"Nothing, handsome."
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Some more days later, as Crawford entered their home carrying a jug of milk, he stumbled across Farefello who lay sprawled in the entry way.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Silence! My Lady speaks."
"Who?"
"My Goddess." With no reply to this simple statement, Crawford lowered himself to the floor and gazed at the direction of Farefello's quarry. All that was on the floor was a dead ladybug and much dust.
"That's a dead insect, you know."
"Silence! My Lady speaks."
"That's nice Farefello."
"Yes. It is."
End